The big white carpet's taken a hit,
I fell asleep - drunk again - and dreamed of it.
The blood-red wine dripped from my glass
Down my twitching hand, and dripped on it.
My mind showed slides of when you bought it,
I saw me, pretending it didn't exist.
Your big white carpet's taken a hit.
I lit a match - Old Steady Hand - and I let go of it.
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